I literally do not remember the last time I stopped moving.
We’re in the middle of quite the heat wave in Southern California, and our air conditioning went out in our second floor south-facing apartment (basically it’s 90° F inside all day). Is this a “first-world” problem? Let me tell you how it ceases to feel “first-world” when you’re in very close quarters with a family of five, none of the windows have screens (thus can’t be opened lest a child or critter tumble out); we’re also above the building’s dumpster, so give flies an inch and we’re overrun in a week.
None of that feels “first-world,” and it’s a great reason to not be home. Ridiculous appointments and errands have kept me chasing my tail in the past few days. It’s too hot to sleep well at night. I was such a space case Friday that I left my most favorite cozy brown corduroy jacket on a bus somewhere (nothing fancy, but it was a beautiful color, fit perfectly, and matched everything I own).
But I am still writing and made some real progress Friday as I traveled probably a hundred miles by bus and walking all over the San Fernando Valley.
Enough is enough — SLEEP is sorely wanted. Have a great weekend. – VKS
